It's not just inappropriate, it's too inappropriate.
Pei Qianyue retracted his arms, as if he wanted to put his arms around Feng Ci and get up to leave the table, Feng Ci hurriedly stopped him: "Don't, don't, I won't tease you anymore, it's important."
He is not like those two irresponsible ones.
Pei Qianyue didn't answer, but his body relaxed, so he agreed.
Feng Ci asked again: "Master Pei, what's the plan?"
Pei Qianyue: "Wait."
Now that the enemy is in the dark and we are in the light, we can only wait for the opponent to make the first move.
Of course Feng Ci knows this, but...
"But I don't have much time." Feng Ci said worriedly, "It's all your fault, why did you set the trial time to three days, it would be better to shorten it to one day."
"... If that thing doesn't appear until after the trial is over in three days, you can deal with it yourself."
Pei Qianyue lowered his head slightly and asked him, "You only have three days?"
Feng Ci sighed.
Just for these three days, I still risked the damage of Lu Jingming's physical body in exchange for it, so it can't just be wasted like this.
Pei Qianyue said: "Don't worry."
Feng Ci looked up at him: "Huh?"
Pei Qianyue didn't explain. He raised his head and faced the hundreds of light mirrors in front of him, his voice rang softly in Feng Ci's mind: "I won't wait that long."
Feng Ci didn't know exactly what Pei Qianyue's plans were, but since he knew in advance that there would be accidents in the Xianmeng assessment, he would definitely make preparations in advance.
This person played tricks, Feng Ci didn't ask too many questions, and finally calmed down and watched the trial seriously.
For the convenience of viewing, the light mirror set in the secret realm will not just stay in a certain place, but will automatically track the tracker worn by each experimenter on the wrist within a certain area, synchronously recording what happened in the secret realm pass it on.
Feng Ci leaned comfortably in Pei Qianyue's arms to watch the trial, commenting on it from time to time.
"The kid in the light mirror No. 59 is not bad. He can single-handedly fight a liger at a young age. Hey, this sword is beautiful!"
"It's the third time I've found a chance for the sect in No. 31 Light Mirror. Why is my luck not so good? When I explored this kind of secret place before, I couldn't even open a root of spiritual grass."
"Yeah, is there a fight over there, and there won't be any deaths?"
Seeing that he was agitated, he almost slipped off Pei Qianyue's body, and was picked up by someone calmly: "The rules only say that no points will be scored regardless of the outcome of a fight, and it doesn't say that you can't hurt people's lives."
There is no stipulation that they can't, that means they can do it. As for whether to do it or not, it's their own business.
In the light mirror, when the fighting was going on fiercely, all kinds of magic tools were shining continuously, and those few figures could hardly be seen clearly.
It was a wet rainforest, and there was a spring not far from the place where everyone was fighting, and a faint light of spiritual power was overflowing from the spring water, obviously it was a place where treasures were hidden.
The light of the magic weapon stopped for a while, and Feng Ci recognized that one of the parties in the fight was the disciple of the Jiuxiao Sect he had just met.
Moreover, the Nine Heavens faction actually gained the upper hand.
Feng Ci became a little interested, and continued to read without thinking about talking to Pei Qianyue.
The Nine Heavens Sect will have the upper hand not because of how high their disciples are, but because of their superior numbers. After entering the secret realm, in order to find monsters and treasures as soon as possible, each sect usually spreads out the disciples to expand the search area. Moreover, after the disciples are dispersed, the entire army will not be wiped out due to danger.
But the Jiuxiao faction didn't.
Perhaps it was because their sect was not very strong, so they chose to advance and retreat together after entering the secret realm.
At this moment, the nine members of the team are facing the five disciples of another immortal sect, so the number is naturally superior.
In a short while, the winner is already divided.
In the light mirror, a disciple of Jiuxiao Sect held a sword in his hand, and was about to stab the other disciple with his sword.
But was stopped.
"What are you doing?" The girl in light yellow clothes pushed away his sword, "We have won all the victories, shouldn't we hurry up to get the treasure, why should we hurt him?"
"Junior Sister, don't you understand the rules?" the disciple said, "Although scoring is based on eliminating demons and treasure hunting, it doesn't mean whoever finds more wins, but whoever finds less loses."
It sounds similar, but in practice it is quite different.
The strength of the Nine Heavens Sect can only be regarded as middle-low among the sects participating in the assessment. It is impossible to win by numbers and points. The only chance of winning is to find a way to defeat them one by one, so that others cannot continue the trial.
Outside the secret, Feng Ci leaned against Pei Qianyue's ear and asked him, "Is this your plan?"
Pei Qianyue asked: "What?"
"Let these people kill each other inside, and the surviving half will join the Immortal Alliance, and you don't have to let that thing do anything." Feng Ci half-joked, "It's the best of both worlds, hiss—"
Pei Qianyue pinched Feng Ci's waist.
Feng Ci had an itchy flesh on his side, and he couldn't stand Pei Qianyue pinching him like this.
"What nonsense are you talking about?" Pei Qianyue said calmly, "If you don't want to take a good look, let's do something else."
Feng Ci didn't mind doing anything else with him, but not now.
He didn't speak again, and continued to look at the light mirror.
"No." The girl still didn't retreat, "How did the master teach us on weekdays, the practice of sword practice is to save the world and save people, how can we casually hurt people's lives just to win?"
"Junior Sister, what time is this... Junior Brother Mu, hurry up and persuade her."
The boy was called out suddenly, and he was slightly taken aback.
He raised his eyes to look at the woman in front of him, remained silent for a moment, and said, "We... we might as well tie them here, it's not a violation."
"This is good!" The woman's eyes lit up, she lowered her head and rummaged through the spirit storage pouch at her waist, "Let's do it this way, I remember I brought the Xiansuo in with me..."
Outside the secret, Feng Ci smiled gratifiedly: "It seems that the cultivation world is not full of people who do whatever it takes to achieve their goals."
Pei Qianyue gave a low "hmm" and said again: "But they may not be able to win like this."
Sure enough, as soon as Pei Qianyue finished speaking, another group of disciples suddenly appeared on the screen. It turned out that when they were fighting just now, the other party took the opportunity to send a letter to the same door.
It was not easy for the disciples of the Jiuxiao faction to win just now. Now they were flanked by two sides, and they were soon beaten so helpless that they had no choice but to retreat first.
Feng Ci was silent for a moment, then withdrew his gaze: "I'd better look at something else, this one looks really bad."
But not long after, there was another fight. This time the solution was not so peaceful, everyone refused to give in, although there were no casualties, there were more than ten people who lost the ability to continue the trial due to serious injuries.
In the end, he could only turn to the patrolling disciples and was sent away from the secret realm.
Defeated early.
The injured disciples were hurriedly carried away for treatment, Feng Ci watched them leave and asked, "Will you send someone to follow?"
If the physical puppet wants to attack the sects that were eliminated in the Immortal Alliance assessment, such sects that have locked in defeat in advance are naturally also within his target.
Don't even have to wait until three days later.
Pei Qianyue shook his head: "No need."
Feng Ci looked at his confident appearance, and asked, "Do you think he won't do anything at Lingxiao Gate?"
This actually makes sense. Today's Lingxiaomen can be said to have gathered a group of top monks in the world of self-cultivation. Even Patriarch Qianqiu in his heyday, it is not easy to get out of here.
Now that the result has not come out, the other party should not startle the snake so early.
But Pei Qianyue said that they didn't need to wait until three days later.
Feng Ci had a faint guess in his heart, so he continued to watch the trial without saying anything.
In the next twelve hours, conflicts in the secret realm were frequent, and there were many casualties. Before the deadline for the settlement of points, more than 20 sects had even withdrawn from the trial ahead of schedule.
At noon the next day, all the celestial sects gathered for the first time in the Lingxiaomen Square, and Xuan Yangzi, the master of the Lingxiaomen, announced the results of the trial.
"...the above immortal sect ranks lower in points, and will be sent away from the Lingxu Cave Formation."
Half of the secret realm trials are eliminated every day, and the first day is the most. A total of more than 60 fairy gates have been eliminated. After Xuan Yangzi finished reading the results, he opened the door to the secret realm.
But no one came out of it.
The secret realm has been improved by the master of Wanfa Pavilion, and the disciples eliminated in the trial will be automatically sensed by the tracker on their wrists and teleported to leave the secret realm. But Xuan Yangzi looked at the light mirror ahead, and those disciples who had been declared eliminated were still standing there, nothing happened.
There was silence in the square, and it was only after a while that discussions gradually sounded.
Feng Ci had already returned to his physical body. He stood in the crowd, staring at the light mirrors, and a bad premonition emerged from the discussions around him.
Click—
A light mirror shattered at the sound.
Even the heads of the immortal sects on the stage changed their expressions.
Wen Huaiyu asked: "Master Xuanyangzi, what's going on?"
"This thing was left by Pavilion Master Yuchi, how would I know?" Xuan Yangzi frowned, "Where is Pavilion Master Yuchi, is he still awake?"
What he asked was the disciple who was accompanying him, and the disciple replied: "Go back to the sect master, the disciple just went to see it, Pavilion Master Yuchi... he seems to be still asleep."
"What time is this?!"
Xuan Yangzi shouted angrily, and another person stood up.
It's Elder Jiyun from Lingxiaomen.
Elder Jiyun's demeanor was refined and gentle, and he spoke in a leisurely manner: "Brother, don't worry, I'll just go and have a look."
But this time, he didn't come back for a long time.
The uneasiness in the crowd became more and more serious, and after a while, there was another click.
Another light mirror shattered.
Feng Ci narrowed his eyes.
This light mirror connects the inside and outside of the secret, and this part of the outside of the secret is under their noses. It is impossible for anyone to move their hands and feet, so it can only be inside the secret.
In the silence of Wan Lai, Pei Qianyue said softly: "Don't wait any longer."
"It seems that Pavilion Master Yuchi will not be able to come for the time being." Pei Qianyue got up and said in a low voice, "The disciples of Langfeng City will follow me into the secret realm to find out the truth."
The disciples of Langfeng City under the stage responded in unison: "Yes!"
Feng Ci straightened her clothes and walked forward.
City Lord Langfeng really did what he said, and he really didn't make him wait too long.
"Senior Brother Lin." Feng Ci came to the front of Langfeng City's disciples and called out.
The leader of the team was Lin Changan.
Since the elder discipline's accident, Xie Wuhan, the chief disciple personally taught by the elder discipline, believed that he was deceived by his master and was willing to accept the punishment on his behalf.
In the past few months, the responsibility of leading the disciples has fallen to Lin Changan.
Lin Chang'an didn't expect to meet Feng Ci here, and said in surprise, "Junior Brother Lu, have you recovered from your injury?"
Lin Chang'an knew about Feng Ci's serious injury in Zhejian Villa back then. In the past few months, Feng Ci has been retreating in the Witch Doctor Valley, and Pei Qianyue said that Lu Jingming was sent away from the teacher's school to recuperate due to serious injuries.
Feng Ci was about to answer, when he suddenly heard someone in the team calling him: "Lu Jingming?!"
The voice sounded familiar, Feng Ci looked over and recognized it: "So it's Senior Brother Cheng."
The person in front of him is exactly that outer disciple Cheng Bo who was sorry for Feng Ci at the beginning. However, the young man has now changed into the costume of an inner sect disciple, and he still has the sword that Feng Ci gave him pinned to his waist.
"You have been promoted to the inner sect." Feng Ci said.
Cheng Bo seemed to have something else to say to him, but in the end he couldn't open his mouth and only responded vaguely.
Lin Chang'an said: "Junior Brother Xiao said that you were seriously injured, we were all worried, now that we see that you are fine, let's—"
"How long is the delay?" Pei Qianyue's voice came from the high platform.
Lin Chang'an quickly put on a serious face, and replied loudly: "Reporting to the city lord, the disciples of Langfeng City have completed their formation, a total of seventeen, no, a total of eighteen, and they can set off at any time!"
Feng Ci looked up, and Pei Qianyue just lowered his head slightly, as if looking at him from afar.
A vague smile appeared on Pei Qianyue's lips, but he restrained himself and said, "Let's go."
Feng Ci followed the Langfeng City disciples to the high platform.
Everyone was about to enter the secret realm when another person stopped them.
Xuan Yangzi bowed to Pei Qianyue, and said: "Master Pei, this Lingxu Cave Array belongs to Lingxiaomen, and I am most familiar with it. Lingxiaomen is willing to go with Langfeng City."
Feng Ci raised his eyebrows.
In the past few months since he returned to this world, Ling Xiaomen has never really settled down. Whether it was the rebellion of the Xianmeng at the beginning or the assessment of the Xianmeng afterwards, the Lingxiaomen was so active that it was almost blatant. But now, Feng Ci discovered that his physical body was actually hiding in Ling Xiao's restricted area.
He couldn't believe it was just a coincidence.
He was really curious about what role the Lingxiaomen played in this.
Pei Qianyue didn't answer, but at this moment, there was another click.
The third light mirror was also broken.
Can't wait any longer.
"The master of Xuanyangzi sect is so thoughtful, how can I refuse it." Pei Qianyue stepped forward to help him up, showing a little smile, "Then let's go together."
As soon as the disciples of the two factions entered the secret realm, they immediately rushed to the place where the light mirror was broken.
The three light mirrors are located extremely close together, in an ancient desert city. The abandoned ancient city is full of yellow sand, and ruins can be seen everywhere, and the original appearance can hardly be seen clearly due to the wear and tear in the sand and dust.
At the gate of the city, there is a broken light mirror.
Xuan Yangzi squatted down to investigate for a while: "It is indeed the light mirror of Wanfa Pavilion. It must have been damaged by an external force, and it cannot be restored."
This light mirror is placed in the secret territory, so it is naturally protected by magic. Not to mention those young disciples who came to test, even the monsters in the secret realm, it is difficult to easily destroy this thing.
Pei Qianyue asked, "Is there anyone in this city?"
"Go back to City Lord Pei, yes." The one who answered him was a Lingxiaomen disciple. Those disciples who did not enter the secret realm to patrol, have not been idle these few days. The six disciples took turns to divide the work and record the situation in each light mirror in detail from the outside.
The disciple said: "According to the records before the light mirror shattered, there were five disciples from the immortal sect in this ancient city, and all of them have been eliminated. I just don't know now..."
Pei Qianyue ordered: "Search separately."
All the disciples replied: "Yes."
It is night in the secret territory at the moment, and a bright moon hangs high in the sky, reflecting the entire ancient city cold and white.
Feng Ci searched the city with the disciples of Langfeng City, and when he turned around, he saw Pei Qianyue and Xuan Yangzi standing on a very high ridge. Pei Qianyue's black robe seemed to be plated with a layer of silver under the moonlight, his clothes and hair were blown up by the wind, and his figure was tall and thin.
It's so beautiful that people can't take their eyes off it.
"Lu Jingming." Someone called him from behind.
Feng Ci let out a "hey", quickly looked away, and put on a sincere look: "I'm looking for Senior Brother Cheng, I'm really not lazy."
After hearing his words, Cheng Bo's expression became awkward again.
Feng Ci saw that he was hesitant to speak, and asked, "Senior Brother Cheng, do you have something to say to me?"
"I..." Cheng Bo subconsciously grasped the sword at his waist, looked around, and lowered his voice, "Who the hell are you?"
Feng Ci smiled: "Why can't I understand what Senior Brother Cheng is saying?"
"The sword you gave me..." Cheng Bo paused, "After I used it, my cultivation suddenly improved by leaps and bounds."
Feng Ci said calmly, "That's the credit of Senior Brother Cheng's hard work."
"Don't lie to me." Cheng Bo said, "This sword was given to you by Senior Brother Lin. I asked Senior Brother Lin about it, and he said..."
Lin Changan had already taken other disciples to another street, and now there were only the two of them left on this street.
Feng Ci asked, "What did Brother Lin say?"
Cheng Bo tightened his grip on the accompanying sword in his hand, and said: "He said, there is an extremely powerful sword intent on this accompanying sword. It is that sword intent that makes me cultivate diligently. This sword..."
He looked up at Feng Ci, and said in a deep voice, "Only you have used this sword."
Feng Ci was silent.
After a while, he suddenly smiled: "Wrong."
Cheng Bo was taken aback.
Feng Ci: "It's not my sword intent that makes you improve your cultivation, but your chance."
If it were someone who had no chance, this sword would be just an ordinary weapon to him, and it wouldn't do much.
Feng Ci patted Cheng Bo on the shoulder: "This is a good thing, Senior Brother Cheng."
Cheng Bo grabbed his wrist, thought of something, and let go angrily: "So you admit that you left this sword intent?"
Feng Ci spread his hands: "Do I not admit that it is useful?"
"Then what are you..." Cheng Bo asked, "Who are you?"
Feng Ci didn't answer, but asked instead: "Who do you think I am?"
Cheng Bo stopped talking.
Feng Ci wasn't sure if these juniors could recognize him from the bit of sword intent remaining on the sword, but he didn't care too much.
"Let's go, quickly search this area." Feng Ci waved his hand, "The City Lord Pei will find out that we are lazy in a while, and we will be punished."
"Lu Jingming." Cheng Bo stopped him again from behind.
When Feng Ci turned his head, the other party still had that hesitant expression, his face was flushed red.
Feng Ci just thought it was funny.
Now these kids are not frank at all.
Feng Ci smiled and was about to say something when he heard an exclamation from a distance: "Senior Brother Lin! How are you, Senior Brother Lin!"
The expressions of the two of them changed, and they quickly ran in that direction.
At the moment when the two were talking, Lin Chang'an had already led the other disciples of Langfeng City to search two streets away. On the dilapidated street, two disciples supported Lin Changan to retreat to the wall. The latter's waist and abdomen were pierced by a sharp knife, and blood stained a large area of his disciple's uniform.
The other disciples stood in front of him, with their swords out of their sheaths one after another, pointing directly at the... Lingxiaomen disciple in front of him.
"Senior Brother Lin!"
Cheng Bo was about to step forward, but was stopped by Feng Ci: "Wait."
Hearing his words, the leader of the Lingxiaomen disciple turned his head, a little surprised: "Ah, there is someone in Langfeng City who knows this Fengxi Formation?"
Feng Ci did not answer.
His eyes shifted to the whisk held in the disciple's hand, the silver thread on the whisk had been stained red with blood.
"It was he who hurt Senior Brother Lin!" A disciple from Langfeng City shouted loudly, "Fight them!"
Everyone waved their swords and stepped forward, only to hear the disciple of Lingxiaomen say softly: "Take it."
Under the feet of Langfeng City disciples, a golden magic circle suddenly unfolded, imprisoning everyone in it. A sword edge hit the light wall of the magic circle, but was bounced back by a force, and the sword-wielding disciple fell heavily to the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood.
The edge of the golden circle was right at Cheng Bo's feet.
If Cai Feng Ci hadn't held him back just now, he would have been trapped in it right now.
"It's a pity that I missed two." Shi Zhen's Lingxiaomen disciple looked back at Feng Ci and Cheng Bo, shook his head and sighed, "That's all..."
He raised his hand, and a magic circle appeared under his feet.
Under the dazzling golden light, the figures of the people gradually faded away.
Only the remaining voice of the disciple remained.
"If you two want to watch the excitement, you are welcome to come to the central market in the ancient city of northern Xinjiang, but hurry up..."
The light of the magic circle completely disappeared, and there was no one there anymore. Feng Ci glanced back, and Pei Qianyue and Xuan Yangzi were no longer on the roof.
"What's going on here?" Cheng Bo asked, "Lingxiaomen and the others...is this a trap?"
Feng Ci's tone remained calm: "Obviously."
From this point of view, there may not be anyone in this ancient city, and destroying the light mirror is just a bait to lure them into the secret realm, and to prevent people outside the secret realm from knowing what happened inside.
Cheng Bo asked again: "Then what should we do now?"
"What else can I do." Feng Ci looked up at the sky, the wind and sand in the sky had stopped at some point, and the entire ancient city of the Western Regions was deadly silent.
Feng Ci said leisurely: "Go and see the excitement."
In the center of the ancient city is an open space. In the center of the space stands a tall sculpture, which has been worn away by the wind and sand.
Around the open space, the remains of some shops can be vaguely seen.
When Feng Ci and Cheng Bo arrived, all the people who had just entered the ancient city had already arrived.
The disciples of Langfeng City were trapped in the golden magic circle, while the disciples of Lingxiaomen stood on one side, looking ahead.
Right in front of the crowd, Xuan Yangzi looked up at the statue eroded by the wind and sand, and was sweeping away the dust under the statue with the whisk in his hand.
Pei Qianyue was standing behind him at the moment, his expression was as usual.
After making sure that the person was not injured, Feng Ci felt relieved and slowed down. The Lingxiaomen disciples noticed their arrival, and stepped forward one after another, the whisks in their hands lit up, and surrounded the two of them.
"Don't worry." Xuan Yangzi said calmly, "There are only two of them, can they still upset the sky? Back off."
All the disciples obeyed and retreated.
Feng Ci raised his eyes to look at the old man in front of him, feeling helpless and a little funny in his heart.
At least it can prove that Xuan Yangzi definitely does not know his identity.
In front, Xuan Yangzi said softly: "Does City Master Pei know why I chose this place?"
Pei Qianyue didn't answer.
However, he didn't intend to really wait for Pei Qianyue's answer, and continued to think to himself: "There are eighteen different landforms in the Lingxu Cave Array, all of which are based on reality, and this place is called the ancient city of northern Xinjiang."
"The ancient city in northern Xinjiang was one of the richest cities on this land thousands of years ago." Xuanyangzi said leisurely, "Unfortunately, no matter how rich a place is, it can't withstand natural and man-made disasters. About a thousand years ago, this place came A fire, followed by several years of severe drought."
"People in the ancient city of northern Xinjiang believed in gods. They prayed to heaven every day, hoping that heaven would send grace to save the people from fire and water. Unfortunately...their gods did not pity them."
"In the end, the people walked away and died, and within a hundred years, this place became a dead city."
Pei Qianyue still didn't answer.
"Don't you think this is quite similar to Lingxiaomen?" Xuan Yangzi looked back at him, "The old man chooses this place because he must always be alert to himself and never rely on others."
"...You still have to avenge yourself."
Pei Qianyue finally spoke, his voice was flat: "I don't remember any enmity with you."
"You—" Xuan Yangzi's eyes sank, he remembered something again, took a deep breath, and said with a smile, "Yes, City Lord Pei forgets a lot, so I definitely don't remember. The old man can recall things for City Lord Pei."
He clapped his palms, and suddenly there were strange noises in the shops around the open space.
With a bang, the earthen wall beside Feng Ci was knocked down, and a young man stepped out.
The man's movements were stiff, and his bones cracked as he walked. He was covered in blood, his face was gray, and his neck was hastily stitched together with extremely thick red thread.
Feng Ci was caught off guard at close range, and his scalp exploded before he recognized who this person was.
It was the eldest disciple Xuan Yangzi personally executed in Langfeng City after the Xianmeng rebellion.
Several earthen walls around were pushed away one after another, and several people came out from inside.
A total of twenty-one people.
They were all the disciples who were executed by Xuan Yangzi.
Feng Ci felt his scalp go numb, and his heart felt a chill.
Xuan Yangzi actually made these twenty-one disciples... all into living corpses.
Pei Qianyue said "Oh", but his voice was still calm: "But these people were not killed by me, but you. If they want revenge, they should also seek you."
"Pei, Qian, Yue!" Xuan Yangzi yelled angrily, and laughed angrily, "You don't have to delay here, the light mirrors in this ancient city have been completely destroyed by the old man, and no one outside the secret realm knows what happened here. What have you been?"
"After all, a lot of people will die in this secret realm today, and it won't hurt if you have Pei Qianyue and a dozen Langfeng City disciples."
Feng Ci's eyes darkened.
Xuan Yangzi knew that many people would die in this secret realm, so his physical body had indeed entered the secret realm, and it was probably Xuanyangzi who assisted him.
But why...
Since Xuan Yangzi cooperated with his physical body, why does he seem to know nothing about Feng Ci's current identity
Feng Ci vaguely realized something, but at this moment, the living corpse around him suddenly became restless.
He turned his head to look and immediately understood. Lin Chang'an was injured by a surprise attack just now, and lost a lot of blood. The blood seeped out from the magic circle, and the smell of blood had unknowingly permeated the entire market.
Those living corpses smelled blood, and some couldn't hold back.
"It seems that my good apprentice can't wait to avenge himself."
Xuan Yangzi smiled, and formed seals in his hands, and the breath-sealing array that trapped the disciples of Langfeng City shattered. At the same time, a huge magic circle appeared over the ancient city.
The golden light fell, and the others were not affected, only Pei Qianyue froze.
Feng Ci raised his eyes and saw that the magic circle looked very familiar.
... It's the monster-prisoner talisman again.
However, this Prisoner Talisman Formation is much stronger than the formation created by Elder Chengchao on Linxiantai. Not only does it cover the entire ancient city in northern Xinjiang, but it is also extremely powerful, unlike the one that Xuan Yangzi could create by himself.
"City Master Pei, don't worry." Xuan Yangzi's eyes showed pleasure, "Please wait here for a moment, and it will be your turn after my good disciples eat up the group of disciples you brought."
"Well, I'm not in a hurry."
Under the action of the Prisoner Talisman Array, the blood on Pei Qianyue's face quickly faded. But he didn't look flustered at all, and even calmed down: "However, some people may be more anxious than me."
Xuan Yangzi's expression changed: "Who?"
As he finished speaking, someone patted him on the shoulder.
The young man who had been standing behind the crowd before, unexpectedly came behind him in full view. Feng Ci pressed Xuan Yangzi's shoulder, and raised his eyes leisurely, his eyes were cold.
"I."